The Burning Grounds [Psyche]

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The Burning Grounds [Psyche]

Chernobyl Posts: 134

Outcast atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4

Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: Nine | Tallsun HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Psilo

12-31-2012, 01:52 AM (This post was last modified: 12-31-2012, 01:55 AM by Chernobyl.)

Chernobyl

She thoroughly enjoyed her matron’s sense of self; such as the way she acknowledged her power and brought with her a sort of easiness that made all other existence transparent. To Chernobyl, she had certainly earned the right as Lady of the Basin, after all, her cool arrogance was something that was not achieved without due purpose. At times, she longed for such purpose, though she knew it was ahead of her, beaming bright in the light at the end of this god-forsaken tunnel. But, as the thought crossed her mind, she looked before her and realized the endless opportunity that came from this little chat with her Lady… It was as if she’d thrown a bone to her pet and all that was left was to take it. Chernobyl smiled, an ugly feature upon her otherwise immaculate face. The planes were too dry for such curvature and her eyes bore no light that would suggest happiness or otherwise. But all the same, it came, lurking upon her features like a ghost before fading away in the night to the sound of her beating heart.

Myddin had been a fine teacher, she was sure, and she hadn’t wanted Psyche to mistake her discourse as his demise. But, if there was a way that it would land her the position- what could it hurt? Something inside seemed to stir and awaken, brewing coldly at the pit of her stomach like bile. It sloshed uselessly against her sides as she glanced around, sure to take note that another hadn’t taken to hiding thoughtfully amongst the shadows. “Oh, he’s done enough I suppose. Though I can’t help but wonder what exactly you could offer to one such as myself?” Another crude smile seemed to find its way to her lips, though perhaps it was more of smirk… or a grimace. Her eyes seemed to narrow against the foreign gesture, glowing bright with curiosity.

Perhaps this shadow mare could offer her something that she could use.
But oh, I'm staring at the mess I made
As you turn, you take your heart and walk away

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crushed and filled with all I found
underneath and inside, just to come around
more, give me more, give me more